Sucess Poem by fathima wasti

ive always wondered how sucess felt?
iasked god when in his precense i knelt.
was it as sweet as the sugarcane?
was it as good as the smell of the rain?
does it come in different shapes and sizes?
and to choose from do we have any choices?
is it as beautiful as the setting sun?
is it as good as butter on bun?
does it bring lot of money and fame?
or does life run just the same?
is it a passing moment in strife?
or is it a memory to keep for life?
the answer no one has found yet,
and more complex with time it gets.
so lets just not talk about sucess,
but lets feel its feeling to the fullest.